Ryan.
I always knew you were unstable, Emma. I didn’t realize you were suicidal. Such a tragic ending for a grieving mother.
He knew.
He wasn’t waiting anymore.
I crept back into the house through the window. The hallway was too quiet.
A hand grabbed my hair. A cloth smelling of chemicals pressed over my mouth. Brooke appeared from the dark and plunged a needle into my thigh.
“Shhh,” Ryan whispered. “You’re overwhelmed by grief. It’s time to let go.”
I let my body go limp before the drugs fully took me.
When I woke, the world was shaking.
I was behind the wheel of my SUV. The engine roared. Rain hammered the windshield. I was speeding down Blackridge Pass, the most dangerous mountain road outside the city.
I hit the brakes.
The pedal dropped uselessly to the floor.
